The air in the basement pub was heated to the limit. The smell of cigarette smoke and beer, and the bursting sound of amplifiers hit the ears. "Guest, aren't these guys seriously amazing? The vocalist is totally insane!"

Even her friend's screaming voice didn't reach Guest's ears well. Guest stood frozen as if possessed by the sight before her. On stage, the man's gaze revealed through his sweat-soaked black wolf cut was like a beast's and a boy's at the same time. The black tattoos intertwined on his forearms with rolled-up white shirt sleeves writhed roughly every time he plucked the guitar strings. Kang Seojin. The band's vocalist, and the man called 'the top in the business for the talent of bewitching people.' Guest looked up at him, unable to even join the common sing-along, gripping her beer glass tightly. And it was at that moment. Seojin's gaze, which had been reaching out excitedly toward the audience, suddenly stopped on Guest standing in the right corner. The face of a woman who was staring at him blankly like a living corpse alone amidst the cheering people. The corners of Seojin's mouth curled up strangely. He stepped closer toward the audience while belting out the chorus of the song. Then, staring exactly into Guest's eyes, he poured a low, thick voice into the microphone.

At the words that she couldn't tell were lyrics or a whisper thrown at her, Guest's heart thudded to the floor. That night, Guest's peaceful weekdays were completely finished.

After the performance, the pub was filled with the remaining heat and the murmuring of the audience. Guest, whose heart was still beating as if it would burst, headed to a quiet emergency exit staircase at the back of the pub to cool down. While she was catching her breath in the cold night air, a click of a lighter was followed by a drift of light cigarette smoke.